Analytically speaking I'm thinking I'm sort of different
My compromises seem to be part of the difference
I've let relationships fade, my patience away
I guess the music is my only dedication to date
It's my reality, my spoken punctualities will bury
my anatomy and rearrange it radically
Of course, I take notes
I play her favorite song just to see that thang go
My repertoire has never caused another to beef
So how the hell they show you love and there ain't nothing for me?
I guess it's no more Mr Nice Guy
Hello Mr Nice Bars, better get familiar with them hella Trillo iPods
…hold up…
Young bandit, Trillo kicks bright so them bitches sun damaged
Whether it's an issue if I'm serving the beat
I'm finna burn this fucker down like a murderous streak
So who your wifey's favorite rapper, homie I suggest you ask her
…who'd she say?
They say I pause too much
I say that lightbulb in my head is what I pause too, bruh
Took a second to register clever memory enemas
Letters of comprehensive intelligently offending us
My movie wouldn't have a happy ending,
but if I'm my own producer I don't have to have an ending
I awake in a roomful of notes
Flip-side they beats, take that lyrical coast
And I'm gone

If you bumped the last 12 bars smoking weed up in your car, well alright
If you're laying down in bed with some speakers to your head, well alright
If you're wylin' at a party hella vibin on somebody, alright
Just know I'm coasting on these tracks pictured listeners relaxed when I write,
well alright

I just wanna cuss at mother fucker, tell him what it is
Be like, "Look mother fucker this the reason that I live.
Go and sit back and act, like the fact that I ain't
black be the reason why you mother fuckers laughing at my tracks."
That's a trap, you the dirtiest of rats, handle that
See my tracks wouldn't worry 'bout no rats, handled that
Pan the camera, wicked with the raps that's a fact
Pan handler, opposite of that, that's a wrap
Now wouldn't that be nice?
That volume maxed out on it's levels so they slap me right
Already chin-checked the devil so they cast me light
A virgin to shitty music so these raps be tight
My mainframe the same thang that Marvin sang
That's soul, man
The game changed and paused them thangs
That's why I'm here to resurrect
Watch a movement take effect in they chests
Put this wisdom to they necks like a tech
Watch they steps, cause this knowledge ain't a gift it's a bet
And I hope y'all win
Gotta go all in
It's better when your patience will prevail
Fuck a full house, fuck them imitations that they sell
Fuck a bad bitch, want a great woman, fuck that average
Fuckin rap shit, got me working out these cracked lips
Where the chapstick? I'ma be here for a minute
I'ma be the only rapper who could beat up on his image
My weaknesses aren't flaws, they sorta a gift from God
A challenge that I accept and I overcame when it dawned so I'm gone…

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